Whatever she injected him with, the dreams were lucid. This time he is wandering around the Historical Society's upstairs lobby.

He sees himself in a number of the pictures that hang on the Historical Society's walls. Everybody's drunk and it looks like it's the mid 1920s. A tiny wave of water has slowly come out from behind a closed and is now covering the entire floor. Mark is ankle deep in the murky water. The water is coming from his sister Tessie's room, where she waits for him. Waits for a fuck. In the distance he hears a shriek; he reaches for his gun but it's not there.

Mark looks outside into the Kurtz family graveyard that sits just next to the Historical Society. A fat headless guy, dressed like a priest, is clumsily trying to escape from the graveyard but he keeps bumping into tombstones. The headless body falls and breathes heavily- trying to suck in oxygen through its gushing stump. The head's been torn and chewed, never cleanly severed. Not enough violence in a razor cut: the fiends must feel pain. There is a wet living moss growing all over his body. The greenish substance is closing the stump. Tessie called.

Blood begins spilling outward from Tessie's room.

Lenny comes out from Tessie's chamber: her face is half shredded but she's still alive.

"Mark? How could you do this to me? You're not human, I was going to marry the beast?"

She runs out of the lobby, out the front door which stays open and across the field, away from Kurtzville.

He enters Tessie's chamber and watches Tessie's pulsating skin. It looks like the grayish skin of The Toad. After hundreds of years he comes face to face with the Devil's Daughter. His sister. Her hideous warts breathe and each has a face. He makes love to her and her tentacles wrap around his throat. Then he's making love to Maureen and then Lenny (with an entire face!) But then it splits in two again. (Tessie's tentacles must be creating these hallucinations, he thinks to himself in his dream). The tentacles lift him from the ground and he hears the loud clinking sounds of medical tools being used. He explodes in orgasm, screaming.

He goes inside her again, looking over Lloyd and Grenden watching with approval. In the back of the primitive chamber of worship are a small group of corpses watching from the shadows. They are clapping a beat in unison. They stand and scream and fly out the chamber windows on brooms, screaming all the way.

The scene shifts and now he's riding down the furiously rushing Saucony-- he's riding one of Eugene's bootlegging barrels when he smashes into a rock. ALWAYS GETTING YOURSELF KILLED, Maureen's voice calls out to him. NOT THIS TIME, LOVER. And it all goes black to the sound of a fading heartbeat.

More sounds of medical tools are heard as he lays there drugged and semiconscious. Someone was operating on him but he was so heavily sedated there was nothing he could do! He hears the sounds of his skin tearing but he doesn't feel it. He tries to wake. Please. I want to wake up. "Don't be afraid lover," Maureen's echoing and angelic voice said, "it's all natural. It's all natural." And the beat goes on: the rumbling of a machine brings Mark out of his groggy sleep.